Who is Sibyl Vane?

sibyl-vane Poems

I loved him. I promise you, I did. With what little I had, My virtue, my art, my music, I loved him. I could've sworn He loved me too. I thought we were getting married. I thought that Until I saw the note, Heard his voice. I would never see him again, Not as any more than An adoring follower That had fallen by the wayside. I've heard stories since then. Scandals. Things too awful to repeat. I can't bear to think of him that way. Worse, to think that I loved him, But I didn't know him. The man I loved would never do that. So here I am, A lonely musician. But I killed myself. They say it was because I loved him so deeply And that I couldn't bear the rejection. That's not true though. I killed myself so that I could be reborn. To be a new Sibyl, Apart from the weight Of my regrets. I died so that I could live. I am Sibyl Vane. I could be any one of you. But truly, I am ME. And I'm alive, I am free.